The Faded Portrait

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The smoke in the Great Hall was thick. It tasted of coal and old velvet. Margot stood near the hearth, holding a glass of sherry that had long since warmed against her palm. The air vibrated with the hum of a hundred conversations. Voices layered over one another. A mechanical drone. The gears of the city outside were grinding against the silence inside. She watched the dust motes dance in the...

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